My Dad Finished Repairing My Boss’s Pool and Was Refused Payment, Then One Look at the Water Told Him Exactly What to Do
Dad shrugged.
“He’ll figure out what his wife said and what it means.”
Then I asked:
“So what exactly is your job here?”
He answered without hesitation.
“My job was to fix the pool.”
He pointed toward the crystal-clear water.
“I fixed it.”
“My job now is to get paid.”
He looked toward Richard.
“I’m getting paid.”
“Everything else is somebody else’s job.”
Eleanor joined us.
She looked across the pool.
“Tibor would have appreciated how clear that water is.”
“You knew him well?” I asked.
“For many years.”
She explained that Tibor had been meticulous.
His workshop was always perfectly organized.
More importantly, he kept detailed records of every watch and clock he purchased.
Eleanor still had copies.
For twenty-five years, she had kept them.
“Why?”
“I thought maybe somebody would eventually find what he buried.”
“You were waiting all these years?”
“Not exactly waiting.”
She smiled.
“Ready.”
Then she said something I never forgot.
“Things buried underground don’t disappear. They wait.”
She looked at Dad.
